Thank you for submissions to “The Power of Attraction”. I am thankful I had entries, to be precise 3. Here’s entry A.
There is a story, perhaps a myth. A myth on illusion of love and the magic of attraction. This is my story.
I was standing at the corner of the room. She walked in, carrying a basket filled with cookies. She looked around and our eyes met.She smiled at me and walked towards my direction. As her steps moved closer, my heart drummed faster. My hands were dripping with sweat, “I hope we will not need to shake hands later.” I thought to myself.
“Hi, would you like to buy a packet of cookies? It’s for charity. I’m fund raising for …” her sweet voice spoke. The remaining few moments in my life that day were blurred. I went into autopilot mode. As she walked away, I realized I was holding a packet of cookies. “What did I say to her?” Her beauty enchanted me. Her voice bewitched my soul.
Weeks passed, I soon found out from a friend who took the same school bus as her, her home address. I attended every function organized by her school for 6 consecutive months, just to catch a glimpse of her. She never took notice of my presence. I knew I needed to do something as I no longer could refrain my attraction for her. I am not a stalker. I do not want to be one.
I started writing letters to her but should I leave a name or a correspondence address? What if she finds out who I am? I was clearly troubled but as I held the pen and started writing her name on the white piece of paper, I felt calm. Hence, it started, my confession of love for her through my letters. I wrote to her diligently for months, letters of love and of completion. I could feel the magic of unconditional love, even though I knew she was unaware of my real identity. I silently affirmed my love for her.
I grew fonder of her with each passing day. I shared my innermost thoughts with her. Though, I never heard her say, her smile told me so that she’s happy. I could be the reason behind her happiness.
Months passed and I continued writing to her. Then, one day my friend told me that she stopped taking the school bus as she has moved home. Why did she move? Where to ? I saw her the following weekend. I wanted to ask her for her new mailing address but I didn’t have the courage to walk up to her. I hated myself then. That was just it. It ended, I lost touch with her. After high school, I never saw her again.
